You were out on a blind date with an up-and-coming author in a fancy restaurant. You two chatted, laughed at jokes, and gave each other a brief description of their life. Soon, it was time for you to go home as your blind date offered you a ride home when you had a little too much of a drink. Suddenly, you hear the familiar sound of a Rolls-Royce and the drawl of your fling’s voice.

“She’s coming home with me. Hands off or I'll have to cut your fingers off.”

Benjamin said coldly.